Apples

I've got a thing for apples
right now. Gala, Red Delicious,
Fuji, Granny Smith, all of them.
I buy them three at a time. I
like the number three. Snug
and compact in their bag. I take
them home and carve them up
with a sharp knife. I never bite
into one. I take my time.
Sometimes I slide on a thin coat
of peanut butter, but most of
the time I go it alone. The crisp
crunch, the cold bite. I cut them
up into quarters, sometimes
just in half and go at it that way.
It all depends on how I feel
that day, that night when I want
my snack. I've never shared
an apple with anyone, but it
doesn't bother me, not one bit.
Let them get their own apples.
I can't do everything.